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           Yetheworkedon,asifabsorbedly,andhisbrowndogsatonhertailnearhim,andsurveyedtheuntrustworthyworld.

           Slender,quietandquick,themanfinishedthecoophewasmaking,turneditover,triedtheslidingdoor,thensetitaside.Thenherose,wentforanoldcoop,andtookittothechoppinglogwherehewasworking.Crouching,hetriedthebars;somebrokeinhishands;hebegantodrawthenails.Thenheturnedthecoopoveranddeliberated,andhegaveabsolutelynosignofawarenessofthewoman’spresence.

           SoConniewatchedhimfixedly.Andthesamesolitaryalonenessshehadseeninhimnaked,shenowsawinhimclothed:solitary,andintent,likeananimalthatworksalone,butalsobrooding,likeasoulthatrecoilsaway,awayfromallhumancontact.Silently,patiently,hewasrecoilingawayfromherevennow.Itwasthestillness,andthetimelesssortofpatience,inamanimpatientandpassionate,thattouchedConnie’swomb.Shesawitinhisbenthead,thequickquiethands,thecrouchingofhisslender,sensitiveloins;somethingpatientandwithdrawn.Shefelthisexperiencehadbeendeeperandwiderthanherown;muchdeeperandwider,andperhapsmoredeadly.Andthisrelievedherofherself;shefeltalmostirresponsible.

           Soshesatinthedoorwayofthehutinadream,utterlyunawareoftimeandofparticularcircumstances.Shewassodriftedawaythatheglancedupatherquickly,andsawtheutterlystill,waitinglookonherface.Tohimitwasalookofwaiting.Andalittlethintongueoffiresuddenlyflickeredinhisloins,attherootofhisback,andhegroanedinspirit.